We had a wonderful Thanksgiving. We went to Tennessee, rented a cozy little cabin on the side of a mountain. It was secluded, it was quiet, it was divine. We went to Gatlinburg, we went to the Aquarium (I highly recommend it to anyone), we went hiking in the Great Smoky Mountains, we ate turkey and sweet potatoes (Drew's favorite), we played miniature golf in the rain, we rented a movie, we ate Blue Bell ice cream, we got in the hot tub, we watched the parade and football, we read, we drove a 'roller coaster ride' to and from our cabin, we enjoyed just being with each other. Then, we came home. That was a mistake. My dear husband thought it would be a good idea to come home on Sunday so he could get back to work on Monday, and C could go to school. Big mistake. Our 6 hour trip took 11. After leaving our cozy cabin at 10 am, it took 2 hours to get about 20 miles. The rest of the trip was not much better. At 9 pm last night, we were finally pulling into our driveway, tried, hungry and frustrated. We will never travel on the Sunday after Thanksgiving again. Lesson learned.